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READ THIS FIRST!!! This story, like all of the other stories written by us, is a fictional parody, we write these fictitious stories for fun and because we can. The Supreme Court of the United States has ruled that parodies involving famous people are perfectly and totally legal under the United States Constitution (ruling occurred as a result of the case "Hustler Magazine, Inc et al vs. Jerry Falwell" in 1988). Basically what we are saying THIS IS FICTON, it is not true, didn't happened and there's a good chance it won't ever happen! Now... Kristi and Dice present: Extremely Franchised by Kristi (Kristi_aka@hotmail.com) and Frederick "Dice" Casden (diceandkristifiles@yahoo.com) Following the Hardcore Heaven '97 pay-per-view on August 17, 1997, the new ECW World Champion Shane Douglas, wearing black and gold wrestling trunks and the ECW Championship around his waist, is entering his locker room located in the back of Fort Lauderdale, Florida's War Memorial Auditorium. Shane smirks at his valet and 'head cheerleader' Francine, dressed in a very low cut black one piece dress. "I told the world... that tonight was the night that gold came back around my waist..." Shane laughs slyly, "That tonight I would not only kick Sabu's ass but I beat that decrepit bastard Terry Funk within an inch of his life... and I did it..." Francine presses her lips together and slyly looks at Shane Douglas before she nods her head. "Babe...I knew you'd get the gold back..." Francine says as she places her left hand onto the face of the ECW Championship belt. The Franchise smirks and laughs slyly, "You're damn right you did... I was sick and tired of not having what's mine around my waist... I made this fucking championship what is... Raven, Sandman, Whipwreck, Funk... all they did was keep it warm for me..." Francine nods her head and smirks "Babe...you are so right!" Francine says as she moves her hand against the front of the ECW Championship belt, which remains around Shane's waist. "And it looks so great on you too..." "That because I am the one true Franchise of ECW... no one else can hold a fucking candle to me..." Shane Douglas says as he watches Francine caresses the faceplate of the ECW Championship. Francine raises an eyebrow and looks up at Shane Douglas. "Mmmmm...you do look so damn good..." Shane smirks, "Francine I know how you get when I got gold around my waist... hell I know how you get when there's gold around any man's waist... so I have to ask, why aren't you already on your knees and pulling down my trunks?" The Franchise asks with a sly laugh. Francine presses her lips together and slyly lowers herself down onto her knees in front of him. "Can't fool you..." Francine says with a laugh. Shane Douglas smirks, "Remember I had you pegged the minute I lured you away from those stupid cock-suckers The Pitbulls..." Shane says as Francine slides her hands up his legs towards his wrestling trunks in order to start tugging them out. Francine licks her teeth and slyly laughs. "And there's a reason why I'm your head cheerleader..." Francine replies as she pushes his wrestling trunks down from his waist and down his strong legs. "That's because none of the ring rats that fill the locker room are as good as you are..." Shane smirks as he steps out of his wrestling trunks after Francine brings them down to his feet. The Franchise's nicely sized cock hangs between his legs but starts to harden as soon as Francine brings her hands up to it. "Mmmmm...that's right baby...nobody treats you like I do..." Francine says with a lick of her teeth as she works her hands along his hardening shaft. "Mmmmm..." Shane Douglas moans as he watches with a smirk on his face as the brunette vixen uses both hands to stroke his thick and long shaft while she locks her eyes with the ECW Championship belt that's around his waist. Francine leans her head down and starts to slaps her tongue against the head of his shaft, while working her hands along his shaft. "Ahhh..." The former Dean of the WWF groans as Francine teases the head of his cock with her talented tongue. Francine works her tongue smoothly around the head of his cock before she parts her lips and greedily takes his cock into her mouth. "That's right... mmmmm fuck..." Shane Douglas moans as Francine wraps her lips his cock before she begins to bob her head on it at a brisk, lustful pace. "Mmmmmmmmm...mmmmmmm" Francine moans around Shane's large cock as she bobs her head eagerly on his shaft, with her lips brushing back and forth on his shaft. "Ahhhh mmmm..." The Franchise groans as Francine sucks and slurps on his cock, taking it deeply into her mouth each time she lowers her head on it. "Mmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmm!" Francine moans as she lifts her eyes and slyly looks up at Shane Douglas as she repeatedly lowers her head on his cock, with her lips brushing on his shaft. The former Dynamic Dude places his hands on the leather strap of the ECW Championship that's around his waist as Francine skillfully bobs her head up and down on his stiff cock. Francine slyly taps her wet tongue against the bottom side of his large cock, while she swiftly bobs her head, taking him deeper into her mouth. Francine raises her hands and slides them against his legs and thighs as she eagerly and greedily works over his cock. "That's right Francine... work it like only you can..." Shane Douglas chuckles as his head cheerleader lives up to her nickname by sucking, slurping and even slobbering on his fat dick. Francine presses her lips tightly around his shaft as she jerks her head back and forth on Shane's large cock as she deeply takes him into her mouth, like only she can. "Mmmmm ahhhhh fuck..." The Franchise groans as the former manager of the Pitbulls lustfully works over his rock hard cock with her mouth. "Mmmmm fuck... get that damn dress off..." Shane says with a groan. Francine lifts her head off of his cock and slyly licks her lips before she scoots back on her knees and easily removes the skimpy black dress from her body. Shane licks his lips and smirks as he watches Francine's large juicy tits, slender waist, and perfectly shaven snatch are exposed after she removes her dress. Pulling her up to her feet, The Franchise bends his head cheerleader over the locker room bench so that he can ram his cock into her hot tight pussy. "Mmmmmmm...ohhhhhh yeah baby..." Francine moans and grits her teeth as she feels his large cock entering her from behind. "Mmmmm...you know I like it deep, baby..." "Ahhhhh don't I know it... because that's how I do it..." The ECW Champion groans as he holds onto Francine's slender hips as he starts to firmly thrust his cock in and out of her twat. "Mmmmmmmmmm....ohhhhhhh fuck...." Francine moans and licks her lips as she slyly starts to push back against his thrusting cock, smacking her ass back against his waist. "Mmmmm I love that sound..." Shane laughs slyly as Francine's' ass cheeks smack loudly against the faceplate of the ECW Championship belt while he drills her cunt with firm and deep thrusts. "Mmmmmmm...ohhhhhhh...ohhhhhhh fuck!" Francine moans as she rocks forward on her feet moving with each of Shane Douglas's deep and firm thrusts as he easily works over his head cheerleader's snatch. "Ahhhh mmmmm...." Shane Douglas licks his teeth as he increases the pace of his thrusts, hammering Francine's pussy so hard and fast that she has to lean down on the locker room bench to brace herself. "Mmmmmm...ohhhhhhh...ohhhhhh fuck!" Francine moans as she rocks forward, her hands sliding on the surface of the bench as Shane deeply plows into her. The man who threw down the NWA Heavyweight Championship to usher in the era of Extreme smirks as he continues to fuck his head cheerleader's dripping wet snatch while the sound of her ass colliding with the ECW Championship belt echoes in the locker room. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhhhh fuck!" Francine moans as she bucks her hips back against his cock, firmly pushing back. "Ahhhhh ahhhh..." The Franchise groans as he pumps his cock repeatedly into Francine's twat before pulling out. Spinning her around, Shane lays Francine on the locker room bench and spreads her leads. Positioning himself on the locker room bench and guiding his cock back into her pussy, Shane leans forward until the ECW Championship's faceplate is pressing against Francine's stomach before he resumes thrusting his cock firmly into her twat. "Mmmmmmm....ohhhhhh yeah baby..." Francine moans and grits her teeth as she slides on the surfaces of the bench with Shane Douglas thrusting in and out of her pussy. Francine soon hooks her smooth and tanned legs around his waist as she moves against his thrusts, starting to grind on his shaft. "Mmmmmm ahhhh fuck..." Shane groans as he pumps his cock in and out of Francine's pussy while continuing to use his upper body to press the ECW Championship belt down onto Francine's stomach as he fucks her. "Mmmmmmmm...ohhhhh...ohhhhhh baby...mmmmmmm!" Francine moans as she eagerly pushes against his cock, feeling him deeply pump into her. The three time ECW World and two time ECW Television Champion smirks down at Francine as drives his cock harder into her hot wet pussy "Mmmmmmm...ohhhhhh...ohhhhhhhh!" Francine moans and arches her back from the bench as moves against his shaft, feeling each thrust, while pushing against his shaft. Shane Douglas grits his teeth as he lifts his upper body from Francine's, peeling the ECW Championship's faceplate from her stomach, revealing that an imprint of the ECW Championship's faceplate perfectly pressed onto Francine's stomach as he continues to fuck her Francine grits her teeth as she starts to firmly push back against his cock as he repeatedly slams into her snatch. "Ohhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhh yeah!" Francine moans as she lustfully moves against his cock. "Ahhhhh mmmmm..." The Franchise groans as Francine's legs slip from around his waist as she aggressively pushes against him as he pounds her pussy as if it was Terry Funk's face. "Ohhhhhhhhhh...ohhhhhhhhh!" Francine moans and closes her eyes as she starts to cum on Shane's cock. Shane Douglas grits his teeth as his cock begins to throb as Francine's pussy juices flow over his pistoning shaft. Francine licks her lips and slyly looks at Shane Douglas as she feels his cock starts to rapidly slam into her pussy. "Ohhhhhh...ohhhhhh yeah baby..." "Ahhhh.... ahhhh..." The ECW Champion groans and grunts as he slams his cock repeatedly into his head cheerleaders' twat before pulling out. Standing up from the bench, Shane begins to stroke his cock as Francine sits up. Francine licks her lips as she hungrily watches Shane Douglas stroking his cock. "Mmmmmm yeah...mmmmmm I want that cum all over my face, baby..." "Ahhhh awwww mmmm fuck..." Shane groans as he soon begins to cum, and he perfectly 'franchises' Francine's' face as his jizz sprays onto her face. Francine keeps her eyes open and looks up at Shane Douglas as his warm and thick cum sprays down on her face, dripping and mixing with the sweat already on her ace. "Mmmmmm...Francine... let me tell you... it's going to be a long fucking time before this belt leaves my waist..." Shane chuckles slyly as he stops stroking his cock when he's finished cumming. -END- Support WOWEFA.com by joining CelebrityPass.com for only $4.95 
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